Chapter 161: Hot Tub*
Amelia gasped against Matteo’s lips as he expertly moved, deepening their kiss like a touch-starved beast. Sighs of pleasure quickly escaped Amelia as Matteo’s hands slowly ventured away from her waist to other parts of her body.
The night was cool, and in contrast, the hot water that sloshed against her skin due to the bubbles created by the jet and their combined movements was a pleasant heat. Paired with Matteo’s kisses, Amelia’s body was practically set on fire in the most wondrous way possible.
He tasted like champagne, Amelia noted, and the smell that was uniquely Matteo’s still clung stubbornly on him despite soaking in the tub for a good moment before Amelia had joined in. Every breath she breathed in and every taste of his lips was like a taste of heaven.
Matteo’s hands eventually slid against her skin, up her ribcage, before finding its way home on one of her breasts. His fingers moved expertly, gently kneading her nipple through the thin fabric of the bikini top, eliciting a moan from Amelia as she began to squirm on his lap.
The sudden jolt of pleasure was like a shot of electricity that ran through her. When she tore her lips away from him to sigh instinctively, Matteo quickly recaptured them again.
"You’ll fall if you keep edging back," he teasingly warned, using his other hand to pull Amelia closer again while the first continued its sinfully pleasurable assault.
But she had to. She needed to. After all, Amelia could already feel the familiar sensation slowly building up in her core just from this little bit alone. She wasn’t doing anything more than kissing, and Matteo’s hands hadn’t even gone anywhere near her bottoms yet, but with how long they had been apart, just the simplest touch was enough to send fireworks off her brain.
’This isn’t fair at all,’ Amelia thought. Without further ado, she brought herself forward, inching closer up so that her core was pressed snugly against Matteo’s erection, caged right beneath the swim shorts he had worn.
What even was the point of wearing them, Amelia wasn’t sure. Whatever it was, Amelia had no care either. She reached a hand down and pried the waistband down, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric.